Under A Winter Moon                                  

Do you see

the moon I see

on this cold, clear 

winter night?

As I think of you

my breath flows out,

hot and steaming, 

balloon-like

into the frigid air,

hanging there, 

as if waiting to freeze

my unspoken words 

and thoughts 

in mid- flight.

White clouds 

are flying high on the wind 

on their midnight journey,

to places

where clouds go 

to gather together

and bring 

the peaceful, silver rain

that replenishes 

and cleanses 

this tired Earth.

Far in the distance, 

I see two stars,

the ones we used to dream on, 

long before our storms;

thoughts 

now separated 

by the paths we have chosen,

but never our hearts.

Do you ever 

think of me 

on long winter 

days and 

endless nights?

Too soon, 

the sun will come 

and revive our languid spirits

as she births a new day, 

her warmth 

seeping and spreading 

into old bones 

and tired souls.

But until then,

as I close my eyes 

and drift to dreams,

I carefully save your spirit 

in the warm pocket of my heart

and simply remember 

the warmth 

of your soul. 

©️ jb